Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.